Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roxette to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.